The In-Betweens

  If you happened to see a mom hesitantly hovering near a nursery entrance this week, holding on to a tiny human like her life depended on it—yeah, that will be me next week. My almost four-month-old baby is officially starting nursery as I begin my postgrad journey, and I am officially deep in my Velcro Mom era (and even deeper in my feels if I'm being completely honest!) Lessons in Slowing Down & Being Present Before life speeds up again with deadlines, assignments, and business projects, my newborn has unknowingly been my greatest teacher in slowing down. In these past few months, I’ve learned to embrace the pauses—those quiet early morning cuddles, the mid-day giggles, and the long, slow moments where nothing seems to happen, yet everything feels significant. For someone who thrives on structure and getting things done, adjusting to a rhythm dictated by a tiny human was an unexpected challenge. But in between the sleepless nights and the endless rocking, I’ve found a str...

  Can One Find Joy in a Full Schedule?👀 Life as a mom, wife, entrepreneur, and academic often feels like I’m balancing on a tightrope, with one foot carefully placed ahead of the other. Some days, I just about nail the landing. Other days, I’m wobbling, arms flailing, praying I don’t tumble into chaos. And if I do, that I can quickly get back up. But amidst all the juggling, I’ve found moments of joy that make it all worthwhile. Here’s how I navigate this busy season of life. Embracing the Chaos The first thing I’ve learned is to embrace the chaos rather than fight it. With a newborn’s unpredictable schedule and a toddler’s boundless energy, I’ve had to let go of the idea that everything needs to go as planned. Instead, I focus on setting flexible priorities—a to-do list that bends with the day’s demands. On some days, the priority is meeting a lecturing deadline. On others, it’s giving my baby those extra cuddles she needs or being present for my toddler’s afternoon adventures....

Here we are, standing at the start of a brand-new year. (Yes, I've given the year some days to defrost ☺) There’s something magical about this moment, isn’t there? A fresh page, a new chapter, a chance to dream again. But if I’m being honest, I’m not charging into 2025 with a perfectly curated list of resolutions. Instead, I’m tiptoeing in, coffee (or hot chocolate) in hand, whispering, “Please, be kind to us.” Last year was a whirlwind. From quitting my job, starting MomUnity to navigating sleepless nights with a newborn and holding space for my 4-year-old’s big feelings, it was a year that stretched me in ways I didn’t know I could stretch (literally and figuratively). But as chaotic as it was, it also taught me some powerful lessons—chief among them being this: progress doesn’t have to look perfect to be meaningful. Lessons from the In-Betweens The beauty of the “in-betweens” is that they force you to slow down and reflect. I’ve learned that sometimes, you won’t have all the ...